Mrs. Huang tilted her head and glared at her. "Don't you understand? We don't use dollars here, we use dollars! And cars are much cheaper than back home! Did you exchange the money you earned in Shanghai for gold bars?"

Xiuzhu nodded slightly. "In the past few years, I listened to you and saved up a few dozen dollars to buy a small goldfish. I have saved some money in the past few years."

Mrs. Huang slapped her thigh and said, "Okay! Save it for now. After a while, I'll ask Wanzhen to find you a small apartment. You can buy it and rent it out."

Xiuzhu whispered, "Is what I have enough?"

"The houses here aren't as expensive as those in the Shanghai Concession. You're not someone who spends lavishly, so buying a smaller one shouldn't be a problem. It's okay, even if it's not enough, that's not a big deal. Many people here offer bank mortgages, which are similar to loan sharks in Beijing, but without the high interest rates."

"I dare not. I dare not borrow money at high interest rates. If I can't pay it back, it will be a disaster."

Mrs. Huang poked Xiuzhu on the forehead. "Why would I let you borrow money from a loan shark? Borrow from Wanzhen. She's rich. That Chinese restaurant makes a lot of money for her. She also opened two other companies. She's very wealthy."

Xiuzhu looked worried and was about to say something, but was stopped by Huang Dongshi. "The company here is similar to Jixiangtang. You used to be the manager of Jixiangtang, so you are more than qualified to be a clerk here. Don't worry, you will make money in the future. The most important thing now is to get a driver's license."

When Xiuzhu asked to take the driving test, Huang Wanzhen immediately nodded and said, "Dahua is too busy now, let Dachui teach you."

"Ahem—" Mrs. Huang coughed twice beside her. Huang Wanzhen turned to look at her. "What's wrong? Mother."

"I have to say a few words!"

"Okay, you say."

Mrs. Huang spoke modestly, "Xiuzhu is my closest friend, and I trust her the most. If you can use some of my retirement savings to buy me a car, register it in Xiuzhu's name. Then I won't have to ask you for help when I go out in the future."

"Yo! Yo!" Huang Wanzhen exclaimed twice exaggeratedly, "Whenever you go out, everyone rushes to drive you as soon as you ask. When have you ever needed help from others?"

Mrs. Huang immediately glared at Huang Wanzhen, "Shaopin, just tell me whether you will buy it or not."

"Buy it, you must buy it!" Huang Wanzhen clapped her hands, "I'll buy it once Xiuzhu passes her driver's license."

With so many people accompanying her, Xiuzhu quickly integrated into American life. When she passed her driver's license in May of the following year, Huang Wanzhen bought a car as promised and registered it in her name.

From then on, Huang Dongshi no longer helped out in the company. She spent her days either sightseeing or watching animals. On weekends, she would bring Zhenzhen with her.

Whenever she saw something she liked, she would come back and chat about it with Huang Wanzhen, who even bought her a camera.

Huang Wanzhen's life went smoothly, and her academic career also went smoothly, successfully obtaining her doctorate. Her supervisor, Professor Cruise, also invited her to join his studio, but Huang Wanzhen declined.

She has her own company, and next she will devote herself to her favorite career.

On this day, Su Jingyi brought her son to visit the beautiful clothing company. Huang Wanzhen smiled and hugged the one-year-old Li Xiaoren.

"Hey! Can he have some cookies? I'll get him some food."

"No, I just ate before coming out," Su Jingyi waved her hand, "He's too heavy, about 20 kilograms, put him in the stroller."

As she spoke, Su Jingyi took the child back from Huang Wanzhen's arms, put him in the stroller, and used a bell to entertain the child. "The batch of electrical appliances that Xu Shengyi wanted has been shipped. Did you mail the order I gave you earlier?"

Huang Wanzhen nodded. "I mailed it to her that day. I don't know if she received it. I'll send her a telegram tomorrow to ask."

"By the way, I just received a telegram from Wen Yin in Shanghai. Let me see what it says."

As she spoke, Huang Wanzhen turned around, sat back at her desk, picked up a paper bag, tore open the bag, and took out a piece of paper from it.

There are eight words written on it: Japan will attack North Shanghai and will soon go to the United States.

Huang Wanzhen stood up suddenly, scaring little Li Xiaoren in the stroller so much that he started crying loudly.

Su Jingyi quickly picked up her son and looked at Huang Wanzhen.

Huang Wanzhen realized that she had made too much noise and scared the child, so she said embarrassedly, "Sorry, sorry."

Su Jingyi patted the child's shoulders soothingly. When the child stopped crying, she asked, "What happened?"

Huang Wanzhen replied worriedly, "Japan has attacked, and Wen Yin is coming to the United States."

Su Jingyi slowly coaxed the child while saying, "Song Wenyin is just a stubborn donkey. In my opinion, she should have come a long time ago. She has no schooling and no job in China. She is just wasting her life."

Song Wenyin arrived in New York in September. Huang Wanzhen personally drove her to Boston. She seemed to have suffered a blow and was in a bad mood.

Huang Wanzhen took her out for a few days, hosted a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet for her, and introduced her to the Chinese circle in Boston. Only then did she feel better.

Just after she coaxed Song Wenyin, Huang Wanzhen received a letter from China, signed by Fan Hengliang. Huang Wanzhen read it again and again before making sure she was not mistaken.

But she had only met Fan Hengliang once and was not familiar with him at all. The one she was familiar with was Fan Hengming.

Huang Wanzhen still opened the letter and read it carefully.

Unexpectedly, Fan Hengming was soliciting funds for bombers, asking for 200,000 yuan. Huang Wanzhen knew that the Democratic Party's leadership was wealthy, practically monopolizing China's key assets. But this time, the offer was for anti-Japanese funds, and Huang Wanzhen didn't want to refuse it outright. However, she was also concerned that her hard-earned money might go into private pockets.

After tossing and turning all night, Huang Wanzhen sent telegrams to Mr. Fan and Professor Gao respectively.

Only three days later, Huang Wanzhen received a telegram from Mr. Fan.

Mr. Fan's telegram consisted of fourteen words: It is not easy to make money, and I put myself first. The benefits are numerous and difficult to obtain.

After reading it, Huang Wanzhen was even more unsure whether she should donate or not.

Huang Wanzhen waited for a whole week before she received a telegram from Professor Gao. The telegram did not give Huang Wanzhen an answer, but directly asked for something: aspirin. There were only four words on it, no more. Huang Wanzhen thought that Professor Gao might be too poor.

While Huang Wanzhen was driving around begging for help to buy aspirin, the Chinese in Boston also organized a campaign to donate money and supplies.

Huang Wanzhen took out a portion of the funds and divided it into three parts. One part was donated to a Chinese aid group, and the other part was sent to the aviation school where Fan Hengliang was studying via a remittance slip.

Huang Wanzhen exchanged the remaining one for medicines and mailed them to Xu Shengyi, Mr. Fan, Professor Gao and Fan Hengming respectively. She was afraid that Professor Gao would not be able to get the medicines if it was confiscated by customs, so she could only mail them to different people and write letters to ask them to pass them on. As long as one copy could reach Professor Gao, Huang Wanzhen would be satisfied.